"Will you let go or…?" She growls threateningly.
I grit my teeth and shake my head. "I refuse. If my nipple is enough of a sacrifice to let my hand remain in the most comfortable resting position, then go ahead. Do your worst. Your rear-end is just too divine for me to let go… I'm truly sorry." I admit shamelessly.
Ayame holds me hostage and increases the force she exerts. I, instead of admitting defeat, begin massaging her juicy butt with my left hand while never having stopped my stroking of her thighs with my right one. If it is the end, then I will just have to enjoy it for as long as possible.
The pressure builds so much so that a tear forms in my eye… then it stops as suddenly as it began.
